Su Chen's eyebrow twitched. He considered himself ruthless enough, but his targets had always been those who had tried to infringe upon his interests.
'As for something like mere thoughts, that's too hard to pin down. There are plenty of people who can't stand the sight of me and want me dead.'
'And those who did act against my interests might not have even wanted me dead.'
But hearing Old Xia say this gave him a sense of unexpected reason.
"But if we act now, Yuan Capital will definitely refuse to open those ruins. Things could get ugly, and they might drag everyone down with them," Su Chen reminded him. The immediate problem was the Holy Banquet—a crisis that affected everyone.
"It is a bit troublesome..." Xia Hanshi twirled the teacup in his fingers, his gaze somewhat unfocused, lost in thought.
Suddenly, he spoke again. "Tell me the truth. Do you have some kind of precognitive ability?"
